And when they finally do, it's as beautiful as it is disorienting. I buried my face in my pillow the instant I got home. Neighbors were still setting off fireworks late into the night to celebrate, but I slept through the celebrations. When I woke the next morning, it took me a little while to remember who I was and what had happened. For an instant, I wondered if I'd dreamed the whole thing. But the dull ache between my legs said otherwise. So did the sticky residue lingering on my thigh, the remnants I later washed away in the shower. Days passed in surreal, quiet contemplation. My parent stayed out late at their jobs and visited their friends. Only my phone rocked my little world, the annoying ring tone I'd set for Holly disrupting my lonely meditations in bed. The third time she tried to call, I angrily silenced it. Her constant texts and rings were deafening reminders of what I'd given away. Day three came, and I didn't regret anything. Mr. Langern had taken a part of my virginity and a shard of my soul that night.
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